“Where?!” Alice called out excitedly. But the rabbit knew where. He walked over gingerly, and as he got closer, the colourful streaks formed the young body of a boy with bright eyes and red striped t-shirt. The rabbit reached out his ill fitting paw and grabbed the boy by the face, covering his mouth so no sound could escape.

“George!… George!” Mary Anne called out, her soft laughter dying down. She stopped running and listened to the wind intently as it howled above her head. Mary Anne couldn’t be sure if the howl was indeed the wind or something else, as it sounded more otherworldly than before, but she shook off her doubts and called out “George! It’s not funny anymore, where are you?”

Still no sound came, and her eyes studied the bars off corn that striped her vision. She could of sworn she had seen a streak of brown fur to the side of her, so she turned and moved slowly through the reeds of corn that snapped clumsily around her feet.

As she walked on, she quickly saw the form of two long, rabbit ears peeking above the corn in front of her, and as she gasped and froze in terror, the rabbit emerged, carrying George in his arms, laying as limp as the scarecrow.

Mary Anne let out a piercing scream as she looked down at George and turned around frantically to run through the corn, spluttering her breathe and tears filling her wide eyes as she ran.

The rabbit dropped George and called out for Alice again before hopping after her. “Alice…ALICE!”